A four line poem about: the parade.
Excellent market this morning, mostly thanks to peaches and nectarines. Also, we were in a park instead of on main street due to the Peachfest parade and we went an hour longer than usual since we didn't have to clear off the street.
It was lovely being on the grass instead of pavement, but carrying in fifteen twenty pound boxes of nectarines instead of just unloading off the back of the truck was not particularly fun.
Can't complain though with how well they did, and it was nice not to have to carry any back out.
The floats are coming down the street
And I have found the perfect seat;
All alone on this quiet slope,